The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

With the engine roaring, Shen Chonglu drove his flamboyant and high-profile supercar all the way to the southern suburbs.

The southern suburbs of Beijing are quiet and peaceful in the evening.

This private sanatorium villa area is nestled against the mountains and by the water. Most of the residents are retired political figures or wealthy businessmen seeking recuperation. Security is tight, and outsiders are not normally allowed to enter or leave. However, this is the Shen family's territory, so Shen Chonglu can come and go as he pleases.

The car stalled on the side of the road half a kilometer away from the villa area.

For reasons unknown, Shen Chonglu did not use the main gate, but instead deftly climbed over the low bushes and security wire mesh around the perimeter, nimbly blending into the greenery.

He followed the flashing green dot on his phone screen to find it.

Finally, their footsteps stopped in front of a white three-story detached villa hidden deep among the sycamore trees.

The light in the study on the second floor was still on.

A faint, warm white light shone through the half-drawn curtains and slanted across the gray tiles of the balcony.

Ringing the doorbell directly won't work; you probably won't even get to see Yunqi.

Shen Chonglu braced himself with one hand on the edge of the awning extending from the first floor, used his waist and abdomen to exert force, and landed silently on the second-floor balcony.

He stood in the shadows, peering through the cracks in the French windows.

Song Yunqi sank into the large single sofa.

He wore only a loose, long white shirt, the collar open, revealing the delicate curve of his collarbone under the light. His head was down, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with the laptop on his lap, his whole being immersed in a hazy, weary state.

Shen Chonglu raised his hand and gently tapped the glass door three times with his knuckles.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sudden sound was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Song Yunqi suddenly looked up and sprang up from the sofa as if by reflex.

The laptop fell onto the carpet with a "thud," and his face turned deathly pale in an instant, his breathing even stopping for a moment.

He quickly reached under the coffee table, pulled out a knife he had hidden there, and prepared for a major attack.

I subconsciously thought that Lu Jinci had come looking for me.

The chilling, lingering feeling washed over me like a tidal wave, suffocating me, but just a second later, reason returned.

Lu Jinci is currently surrounded and wanted by the police and is too busy to even get close to this place.

Moreover, this villa in the southern suburbs is his most secluded private property. He purchased it using a false identity, without even telling Lin Hang, so no one could possibly know.

Song Yunqi stared intently at the floor-to-ceiling window until she could clearly see the tall figure outside wearing a black windbreaker, anxiously peering inside.

It is Shen Chonglu.

The moment he saw the other person clearly, his hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, finally loosened as if all its strength had been released.

The young man let out a long breath, his tense muscles relaxed, and he even clung to the sofa armrests, almost unsteady on his feet.

But then, her emotions quickly turned into anger and shame.

He strode to the door, flung open the glass door, and the damp, cold night wind, carrying raindrops, blew in his face, but it did not dispel the anger burning in his eyes.

"Shen Chonglu! Are you out of your mind?!"

Song Yunxi's voice trembled slightly with emotion. His chest heaved with anger as he pointed at the man's nose and demanded:

"Who sent you here? How did you find your way here?!"

"I warned you not to interfere in my life anymore! Did you ignore me?!"

Faced with Song Yunqi's barrage of questions, Shen Chonglu touched his nose somewhat guiltily.

He certainly wouldn't dare say that he had installed a tracking device in the young man's watch; if he told the truth, he would probably be beaten to death and thrown out on the spot.

"I...I have my own way of doing it."

Shen Chonglu gave a vague reply, his eyes darting around, avoiding eye contact, and awkwardly tugged at the hem of his windbreaker to hide his guilty conscience.

"Your method? Your method is to sneak up onto my balcony like a thief?"

Song Yunqi, enraged, laughed coldly, pointing at the rain outside, her voice clear and resolute:

"Get out of here, now, immediately, right now. I don't want to see you."

Out of anger, a thin blush spread across the young man's pale cheeks, and even his neck turned an alluring pink.

Her black hair was slightly disheveled and fell over her forehead. Her collar had been pulled open even wider due to the violent movements, revealing a large expanse of fair and warm skin, giving her a breathtakingly alluring beauty.

Looking at his lively, temperamental, and even fiercely cursing appearance, Shen Chonglu felt a ticklish sensation in his chest, as if cat claws were scratching at him.

He felt incredibly pathetic, driving dozens of kilometers in the pouring rain in the middle of the night just to deliver himself to their door and get a good scolding.

But there's nothing I can do, I just can't control myself.

The moment Shen Chonglu saw the Lu family fall, his mind was filled with thoughts of Yunqi. He worried about whether Yunqi would be retaliated against by Lu Jinci, whether he would be wronged, and even more so whether he had taken good care of himself.

In the leaked video, he saw how Lu Jinci humiliated his beloved Yunqi and how he slapped Yunqi. He knew that this was all carefully planned by the young man, but he still felt sorry for him.

That was a slap in the face.

It hurts……

Let them criticize me if they want. As long as I can see Song Yunqi standing here safely, even being criticized is sweet.

Shen Chonglu grinned, feeling awkward, but instead of leaving, he shamelessly took a step forward and stepped into the warm study, closing the glass door behind him.

"Good Yunqi, don't be angry."

The man's voice was low, with a hint of ingratiation and saccharine. His tall frame was slightly hunched, trying to make himself appear obedient and docile, not as big and aggressive as he seemed.

"Although Lu Jinci has escaped, his remaining followers haven't been completely wiped out. How can I feel at ease leaving you alone in this desolate place?"

"Let me take care of you. Once he's caught, I promise I'll leave as soon as possible."

"Shen Chonglu, can't you understand human language? We don't need you here."

Song Yunxi gritted her teeth, feeling as if the other person was a piece of chewing gum that she couldn't shake off no matter what.

But when Shen Chonglu stubbornly approached, and the scent of rain and the unique fragrance of fir wood enveloped him, his legs instinctively went weak and he could barely stand.

The body has actually been suppressing itself for far too long.

In these crucial moments of non-stop work, the senses are far more honest than reason.

When the man tentatively stretched out his arms to wrap around her, Song Yunqi, who should have turned aside, seemed to find the safest haven and uncontrollably let down all her guard.

He obediently allowed the other person to half-embrace him.

Shen Chonglu's chest was broad and hot, like a wall that could block all wind and rain.

Song Yunqi rested her head on his shoulder, her nose brushing against the cool fabric of his windbreaker, which was damp from their journey, and the steady yet uncontrollable beating of his heart could be heard in her ears.

The feeling of being held in someone's hands like a precious treasure gradually warmed up my originally cold fingertips.

Shen Chonglu's large, gentle hand stroked his back, again and again, with a soothing magic that gradually melted away the fear and defensiveness he had accumulated over the past few days.

Because of her excessive independence, Song Yunqi's spiritual world was extremely barren and repressed, to the point of being on the verge of collapse.

Su Shen's fate is unknown, Meng Zhaoyuan is nowhere to be found, and his few friends are leaving him one by one, leaving him with nowhere to vent his frustrations.

He wanted to fly to Haishi immediately to find the two people, but the situation was too special. He was pregnant and had to hide here temporarily to ensure his safety. He didn't know what to do next and hoped that someone could point him in the right direction.

It's good to take a short break like that.

"Yunqi, don't send me away."

Smelling the faint scent of shampoo in the young man's hair, the man tightened his arms around him, pulling him closer, his voice hoarse and sultry.

"I want to stay with you, please."

The person in his arms stopped struggling and simply leaned against him obediently, even letting out a very faint sigh.

The atmosphere in the study instantly became tender and warm.

However, just as Song Yunxi's defenses softened, and her eyelashes trembled as she reached out to cling to the man's waist—

Shen Chonglu's hand slowly slid down and landed on Song Yunqi's flat and slightly thin abdomen, which was hidden under her white shirt.

In that instant, Shen Chonglu's eyes stung, and his eyes, which had been brimming with joy, were now filled with an overwhelming sadness.

He remembered the child he had lost.

"Yunqi..."

Shen Chonglu slowly squatted down, his tall body shrinking to the side of the sofa. He gently pressed his forehead against his hip bone and sobbed softly, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame.

"You said... if the baby were still here, would my pregnancy be showing now?"

Although no one expected the baby to arrive, now that it's here, Shen Chonglu is willing to love it wholeheartedly.

Because this is Song Yunqi's child.

His child with Song Yunqi.

At the same time, Shen Chonglu also hated himself. He hated himself for not being careful enough and for his negligence causing Song Yunqi to suffer.

He's not an animal; he wouldn't scheme to get someone pregnant out of selfish desires.

But then, an unexpected incident occurred.

Unexpectedly, Song Yunxi had to endure the pain of pregnancy, the torment of heavy bleeding, and the trauma of miscarriage, causing real damage to her body.

Even if everything returns to the way it was, some things can never be the same again.

Thinking about it this way, I realize how cruel I really am.

Despite causing so much negative impact on Song Yunxi, she still shamelessly claimed to love him, pestered him, and made a scene with him.

But I just can't let go...

The moment the words were spoken, the atmosphere that the two had finally managed to ease suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

The emotion and tenderness on Song Yunqi's face froze in the blink of an eye, then vanished without a trace.

He looked down at Shen Chonglu, his eyes filled with nothing but indifference.

Showing off?

It takes at least four months for a pregnancy to show, and it's only been a little over two months now, so what can possibly show?